He walked to His house – the first time since 1780, when the Puritans were the main religious group in America. The holes in His hands tingled, waiting for some life changing experience to somehow revolutionize him. Not like it could; He knew everything.
When He walked in, He decided to test them, see how they treated strangers. He stood in the middle of the lobby, trying to look lost, waiting for someone to greet Him. When He tried this back in 1780, nearly the whole congregation greeted Him. However, when the call to enter the sanctuary came, the number of people who came up to him was zero. He shrugged and went into the sanctuary, sitting as far back as He possibly could.
The sermon droned on and on and on. In 1780 there would be "AMENs" and tears. There was no sound here other than the preacher's monotonous voice. And in 1780, He walked out of the building feeling that, if He did not know everything, He would have learned something. Here in the 21st century, He felt nothing. Even His hands stopped tingling. The know-all society knew nothing. And with His second coming so close, it was even worse.
When the sermon was over He walked out of the sanctuary with His head hung, shaking it. This was strong for them? This was watered down—diluted. They walked on eggshells a lot, too. The effect the sermon had on Him was little different than a 4-year-old boxing a sumo wrestler. His children just didn't get it anymore.
He waited in the lobby once more, but people talked to friends and left, leaving Him all alone. Most of the people didn't come because they wanted to; they came because they felt it was an obligation. In fact, only the pastor and a handful of people actually took it seriously, and even then, they wouldn't live it. They prayed that they would, sure, but when the time came they ran away from the challenge.
When all but a few people had left, He left, still having no one greet Him. He felt lost in His own home. He entered a small alcove not far from the church and transported himself up to heaven. He sadly dragged his feet over to His Father. He waited a few moments then said, "Father, we need another revival. The people down there aren't living it. It's even worse than before the first Great Awakening. We need to get it into their heads just who they're living for, for they seemed to have lost that. "